Since the day I was born
I am dying minute by minute,
To me no grief is unknown,
Ghosts and spirits talk to me
Everyday when I brood alone,
I wish if I shall die:
Shall die in the arms of moonlight
Friends and family encircling me,
A beautiful smile on face
And my eyes locked at thee,
Scent of fresh roses in the air,
Good and bad deeds recall
The traces of love everywhere,
Between my lips lives his name
In the lovely old prayer.